Two weeks ago a tornado touched down in the small port town of Goderich and roared through the historical centre - home to the court house, a band shell, a forest of century old trees, and a slew of Victorian buildings. Goderich is a historically charming town known for its beautiful beachfront, wooden boardwalk and handsome architecture. According to folklore, it was Queen Victoria who dubbed it “the prettiest town in Canada,” a motto the town does not attribute to her but has nonetheless adopted.
Our campsite is located about 8 minutes north of Goderich. Here you'd never know the destruction that took place. This afternoon, two weeks to the day that the tornado touched down, Paul and I wandered about looking at what remains of our human endeavours after nature reminds us who is stronger.
We were amazed at the 'hit and miss' nature of the storm - this patio table had the metal legs bent and twisted yet the tempered glass hadn't shattered. All around the yard trees had been ripped up yet a tall bird feed on a pole was standing straight.
We saw many damaged cars - the flying debris were a articular problem.